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hills that stand like phantoms rising out of “And, Mademoiselle,” says he, “peranother world.

haps to-morrow, when you get into Bell comes into the phaeton. We set Scotland, you will begin to tell me someout again along the hilly road, getting thing of the Scotch songs, if it does not comforted by and by by the landlord of a trouble you. I have read some-yes—of wayside inn, who says, “ Ay, the road goes Burns's songs, mostly through Freiligrath's pretty mooch doon bank a'ť waay to translations, but I have not heard any Penrith, after ye get a mile forrit.” Bellsung, and I know that you know them all. cannot tell us whether this is pure Cum- Oh yes, I liked them very much—they brian, or Cumbrian mixed with Scotch, but are good, hearty songs, not at all melanthe Lieutenant insists that it does not choly; and an excellent fellow of that much matter, for “forrit” is very good country I met in the war-he was a corFrisian. The chances are that we should respondent for some newspaper and he was have suffered another sermon on the at Metz, but he was as much of a soldier German origin of our language, but that as any man of us—he told me there is not signs of a town became visible. We drove any such music as the music of the Scotch in from the country highways in the songs. That is a very bold thing to say, gathering twilight. There were lights in you know, Mademoiselle ; but if you will the streets of Penrith, but the place itself sing some of them, I will give you my seemed to have shut up and gone to bed. frank opinion.” It was but half-past eight; yet nearly every “Very well,” says Mademoiselle, with a shop was shut, and the inn into which gracious smile,“ but I think I ought to bewe drove had clearly got over its day's gin to-day, for there is a great deal of labor. If we had asked for dinner this ground to get over.” hour, the simple folks would probably “So much the better,” says he. have laughed at us; so we called it sup- “But if you young people,” says Queen per, and a very excellent supper it was. Tita," who are all bent on your own plea

sure, would let me make a suggestion, I CHAPTER XXVIII.

think I can put your musical abilities to a

better use. I am going to give a concert “ ADE!"

as soon as I get home, for the benefit of “Edwin, if right I read my song,

our Clothing Club; and I want you to unWith slighted passion paced along,

dertake, Count von Rosen, to sing for us All in the moony light;

two or three German songs-Körner's war 'Twas near an old enchanted court,

songs, for example."
Where sportive fairies made resort
To revel out the night."

“Oh, with great pleasure, Madame, if

you will not all laugh at my singing." “I AM SO sorry you can't come further Unhappy wretch—another victim! But with us than Carlisle,” says Queen Titania it was a mercy she asked him only for a few to Arthur, with a great kindliness for the songs, instead of hinting something about lad shining in her brown eyes.

a contribution. That was probably to “ Duty calls me back—and pleasure, come. too,” he says, with rather a melancholy “ Bell,” says my Lady, “ do you think smile. “You will receive a message from we ought to charge twopence this time ?” me, I expect, shortly after I return. Where On this tremendous financial question will letters find you in Scotland ?” Bell declined to express an opinion, be

This was rather a difficult question to yond suggesting that the people, if they answer; but it took us away from the could only be induced to come, would dangerous subject of Arthur's intentions, value the concert all the more. A much about which the less said at that moment more practical proposal, however, is placed the better. The Lieutenant professed a before this committee, now assembled in great desire to spend two or three weeks Penrith. At each of these charity-concerts in Scotland; and Bell began to sketch in our schoolroom, a chamber is set apart out phantom tours, whisking about from for the display of various viands and an Loch Lubraig to Loch Long, cutting round uncommon quantity of champagne, dethe Mull of Cantire, and coming back voted to the use of the performers, their from Oban to the Crinan in a surprising friends, and a few special guests. It is manner.

suggested that the expense of this enter


“merry Carlisle," the lamps were lit in the very different. At last the train from the twilight, and numbers of people in the north came in. "He shook hands with us streets. For the convenience of Arthur, we with a fine indifference; and we saw him put up at an hotel abutting

on the railway bundle himself up in a corner of the carstation, and then went off to stable the riage, with a cigar in his mouth. There horses elsewhere.

was nothing tragic in his going away; and It was rather a melancholy dinner we yet there was not in all England a more had in a corner of the great room. The wretched creature than the young man who gloom that overspread Arthur's face was thus started on his lonely night-journey: too obvious. In vain the Lieutenant and I afterwards heard that, up in the railtalked profoundly to us of the apple-legend way-hotel at this moment, one tender heart of Tell in its various appearances (he had was still beating a little more quickly at the just been cribbing his knowledge from Pro: thought of his going, and two wakeful eyes fessor Buchheim's excellent essay), and said were full of unconscious tears. he would go with my Lady next morning to see the famous market-place where Wil

CHAPTER XXIX. liam of Cloudeslee, who afterwards shot the apple from off his son's head, was rescued from justice by two of his fellow-outlaws.

“And here awhile the Muse, Tita was far more concerned to see Arthur High hovering o'er the broad cerulean scene, of somewhat better spirits on this the last Her airy mountains, from the

waving main,

Sees Caledonia in romantic view : night of his being with us. On our sitting Invested with a keen, diffusive sky, down to dinner, she had said to him, with Breathing the soul acute; her forests huge a pretty smile

Incult, robust, and tall, by Nature's hand

Planted of old; her azure lakes between
“King Arthur lives in merry Carlisle,

Poured out expensive, and of watery wealth
And seemly is to see;

Full; winding, deep, and green, her fertile vales ;
And there with him Queen Guenever,

With many a cool translucent brimming flood That bride so bright of blee."

Washed lovely from the Tweed (pure parent stream

Whose pastoral banks first heard my Doric reed, But was it not an unfortunate quotation, With sylvan Gled, thy tributary brook.)” however kindly meant ? Queen Guenever That next morning in Carlisle--as we sat there—as frank, and gracious, and beau- walked about the red old city that is set tiful as a queen or a bride might be—but amid beautiful green meadows interlaced not with him. That affair of the little blue with streams—there was something about flower on the banks of the Greta was still Queen Titania's manner that I could not rankling in his mind.

understand. She arrogated to herself a He bore himself bravely, however. He certain importance. She treated ordinary would not have the women remain up to topics of talk with disdain. She had evi:see him away by the 12.45 train. He dently become possessed of a great secret. bade good-bye to both of them without Now everyone knows that the best way to wincing, and looked after Bell for a mo- discover a secret is to let the owner of it ment as she left; and then he went away alone; if it is of great importance, she is into a large and gloomy smoking-room, and sure to tell it to you, and if it is of no im:sat down there in silence. The Lieutenant portance, your ignorance of it won't hurt and I went with him. He was not in- you. clined to speak; and at length Von Rosen, We were up in that fine old castle, leanapparently to break the horrible spell of the ing on the parapets of red sandstone and place, said

gazing away up to the north, where a line “Will they give the horse any corn or of Scotch hills lay on the horizon. That is water on the journey ?”

a pretty landscape that lies around Carlisle “I don't think so," said the lad, absently, Castle—the bright and grassy meadows "" but I have telegraphed for a man to be through which the Eden winds, the woods at the station and take the cob into the and heights of the country beyond, the far nearest stables.”

stretches of sand at the mouth of the SolAnd with that he forced himself to talk way, and the blue line of hills telling of the of some of his adventures by the way, while wilder regions of Scotland. as yet he was driving by himself; though In the courtyard below us we can see we could see he was thinking of something the Lieutenant instructing Bell in the art of fortification. My Lady looks at them for struck an attitude, nor uttered an exclamaa moment, and says

tion; for, now that one had time to re“ Bell is near her North country at last.” member, on our entering into the parlor There is at all events nothing very star- where Bell and Arthur had been left, she tling in that disclosure. She pauses for a was quietly looking out of the window, moment or two, and is apparently regard- and he came forward to ask how many ing with wistful eyes the brilliant landscape miles it was to Carlisle. They got into the around, across which dashes of shadow are vehicles outside as if nothing had hapslowly moving from the west. Then she pened. They chatted as usual on the adds

road to Carlisle. Nay, at dinner, how did “I suppose you are rather puzzled to ac- those young hypocrites manage to make count for Arthur's coming up to see us this believe that they were on their old footing, last time.”

so as to deceive us all ? “I never try to account for the insane “My dear," I say to her, “we have actions of young people in love."

been robbed of a scene." That is your own experience, I sup- “I am glad there was no scene. There pose ?” she says, daintily.

is more likely to be a scene when Arthur “Precisely so-of you. But what is goes back and tells Dr. Ashburton that he this about Arthur?"

means to marry Katty Tatham. He is "Don't you really think it looks absurd sure to do that; and you know the Doc-his having come to join us a second tor was very much in favor of Arthur's time for no apparent purpose whatever ?” marrying Bell.” “ Proceed.”

“Well, now, I suppose, all that is want“Oh,” she says, with some little hauteur, ed for the completion of your diabolical "I am not anxious to tell you anything." project is that Bell should marry that

“But I am dying to hear. Have you young Prussian down there—who will be not marked my impatience ever since we arrested in a minute or two if he does not set out this morning ?”

drop his inquiries." “No, I haven't. But I will tell you all Tita looks up with a stare of well-afthe same, if you promise to say not a fected surprise. word of it to Count von Rosen."

“That is quite another matter, I as“I? Say anything to the Lieutenant ? sure you. You may be quite certain that The man who would betray the confi- Bell did not refuse Count von Rosen bedences of his wife-except when it suited fore without some very good reason; and his own purpose - But what have you the mere fact of Arthur's going away does got to say about Arthur ?”

not pledge her a bit. No-quite the con“Only this—that his coming to see us trary. He would be very foolish if he was not so aimless as it might appear. asked her at this moment to become his Yesterday he asked Bell definitely if she wife. She is very sorry about Arthur, and would marry him.”

so am I; but I confess that when I learned She smiles—with an air of pride. She his case was hopeless, and that I could do knows she has produced a sensation. nothing to help him, I was greatly relieved.

“ Would you like to know where ? In But don't breathe a word of what I have that old inn at High Hesket-where they told you to Count von Rosen-Bell would seem to have been left alone for a minute never forgive me if it were to reach his or two. And Bell told him frankly that ears. But oh !" says Queen Tita, almost she could not marry him.”

clasping her hands, while a bright light Think of it! In that deserted old inn, beams over her face, “ I should like to see with its forsaken chambers and empty those two married. I am sure they are stalls, and occasional visits from a wander- so fond of each other. - Can you doubt it, ing butcher, a tragedy had been enacted if you look at them for a moment or so quietly that none of us had known. If twofolks were always to transact the most im- But they had disappeared from the portant business of their lives in this quiet, courtyard below. Almost at the same moundramatic, unobserved way, whence ment that she uttered these words, she inwould come all the material for our pic- stinctively turned, and lo! there were Bell tures, and plays, and books? These young and her companion advancing to join us. people, so far as we knew, had never The poor little woman blushed dreadfully

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in spite of all her assumption of gracious arations-some of them occurring before self-possession ; but it was apparent that 'the happy pair had crossed the first bridge the young folks had not overheard, and no on their homeward route. Whether these harm was done.

stories were not edifying, or whether a At length we started for Gretna. There great bank of clouds, coming up from the might have been some obvious jokes going north against the wind, looked very omiupon this subject, had not some recollec- nous, Bell besought her companion to tion of Arthur interfered. Was it because drive on; and so on we went. of his departure, also, that the Lieutenant It was a lonely place in which to be forbore to press Bell for the Scotch songs caught by a thunderstorm. We came to that she had promised him ? Or was it the river Esk, and found its shallow not rather that the brightness and freshness waters flowing down a broad and shingly of this rare forenoon were in themselves channel, leaving long islands of sand besufficient exhilaration? We drove down tween. There was not a house in sightby the green meadows, and over the Eden only the marshy meadows, the river-beds, bridge. We clambered up the hill oppo. and the low flats of sand stretching out to site, and drove past the suburban villas the Solway Frith. Scotland was evidently there. We had got so much accustomed bent on giving us a wet welcome. From to sweet perfumes floating to us from the the hills in the north those black masses of hedgerows and the fields, that we at first vapor came crowding up, and a strange did not perceive that certain specially silence fell over the land. Then a faint pleasant odors were the product of some glimmer of red appeared somewhere ; and large nurseries close by. Then we got a low noise was heard. Presently, a long out to that “shedding” of the roads, which narrow streak of forked lightning went marks the junction of the highways com- darting across the black background, there ing down from Glasgow and Edinburgh; was a smart roll of thunder, and then all and here we chose the former, which around us the first clustering of heavy rain would take us through Gretna and Moffat, was heard among the leaves. We had leaving us to strike eastward towards the hood put up hastily. Bell and Tita Edinburgh afterwards.

were speedily swathed in shawls and waterThe old mail-coach road to the north proofs; and the Lieutenant sent the horses is quite deserted now, but it is a pleasant on at a good pace, hoping to reach Gretroad for all that, well-made and smooth, na Green before we should be washed inwith tracts of grass along each side, and to the Solway. Then began the wild play tall and profuse hedges that only partially of the elements. On all sides of us the hide from view the dusky northern land- bewildering glare of steel-bl 'e seemed to scape with its blue line of hills beyond. flash about, and the horses, terrified by the Mile after mile, however, we did not meet terrific peals of thunder, went plunging on a single creature on this deserted highway; through the torrents of rain. and when at length we reached a solitary “Mademoiselle,” cried the Lieutenturnpike, the woman in charge thereof re- ant, with the water streaming over his garded us with a look of surprise, as if we face, and down his great beard, “your were a party of runaways who had blun- Westmoreland rain,-it was nothing to dered into the notion that Gretna-green this." marriages were still possible.

Bell sat mute and patient, with her face The Lieutenant, who was driving, got down to escape the blinding torrents. talking with the woman about these mar- Perhaps, had we crossed the Border in riages, and the incidents that must have beautiful weather, she would have got occurred at this very turnpike, and of the down from the phaeton, and pulled some stories in the neighborhood about that pretty flower to take away with her as a picturesque and gay old time. She-with memento; but now we could see nothing, her eyes still looking towards our Bell, as hear nothing, think of nothing, but the if she suspected that the young man had crashes of the thunder, the persistent waterquite an exceptional interest in talking of fall, and those sudden glares that from time marriages—told us some of her own re- to time robbed us of our eyesight for several miniscences with a great deal of good hu- seconds. Some little time before reaching mor; but it is sad to think that these an- the river Sark, which is here the boundary ecdotes were chiefly of quarrels and sep- line between the two countries, we passed a

small wayside inn; but we did not think of self; but you must take in the ladies here, stopping there, when Gretna promised to and get them dry. afford us more certain shelter. We drove And when we had consigned Bell and on and over the Sark. We pulled up for Tita to the care of the young lady, who a moment at the famous toll-house. received them with a look of much friend

“We are over the Border!" cried Bell liness and concern in her pretty face, we as we drove on again; but what of Scot- went off and sought out the stables. land could she see in this wild storm of “Now, look here, my good friend," says rain ?

Von Rosen, “we are both wet. The Surely no runaway lover was ever more horses have to be groomed—that is very glad to see that small church perched up good work to dry one person ; and so you on a hillock among trees than we were when go into the house, and change your we came in sight of Gretna. But where was clothes, and I will see after the horses, yes ?” the inn? There were a few cottages by “My young friend, it is no use your bethe wayside, and there was one woman ing very complaisant to me,” I observe to who kindly came out to look at us. No him. “ I don't mean to intercede with sooner had the Lieutenant heard that there Bell for you.” was no inn in the place, than, without a “Would you intercede with that beautiful word-but with an awful look of deter- young lady of the inn for me? Well, now, mination on his face—he turned the horses that is a devil of a language, yours. How clean round and set them off at a gallop am I to address a girl who is a stranger to down the road to the Sark.

me, and to whom I wish to be respectful ? “ Perhaps they can't take us in at that I cannot call her Mademoiselle, which is small place,” said my Lady.

only an old nickname that Mademoiselle “They must také us in,” said he, be- used to have in Bonn, as you know. You tell tween his teeth; and with that we found me I cannot address a young lady as “ Miss,' ourselves in England again.

without mentioning her other name, and I He drove us up to the front of the do not know it. Yet I cannot address her square building With his whip-hand he with nothing, as if she were a servant. Tell dashed away the rain from his eyes and me now—what does an English gentleman moustache, and called aloud. Lo! what a say to a young lady whom he may assist strange vision was that which appeared to at a railway station abroad, and does not us, in this lonely place, in the middle of a know her name? And what, if he does storm? Through the mist of the rain we not catch her name, when he is introduced beheld the doorway of the inn suddenly in a house ? He cannot say Mademoibecoming the frame of a beautiful picture; selle. He cannot say Fräulein. He canand the picture was that of a fair-haired not say Miss.” and graceful young creature of eighteen, “He says nothing at all." in a costume of pearly grey touched here “But that is rudeness—it is awkward to and there with lines of blue, who regarded you not to be able to address her.” us with a winning expression of wonder "Why are you so anxious to know how and pity in her large and innocent eyes. to talk to this young lady ?”. Her appearance there seemed like a glim- “Because I'mean to ask her if it is immer of sunlight shining through the rain; possible that she can get a little corn for and a second or two elapsed before the the horses." Lieutenant could collect himself so far as It was tiresome work—that getting the to ask whether this angel of deliverance horses out of the wet harness, and groomcould not shelter us from the rude violence ing them without the implements of groomof the storm.

ing. Moreover, we could find nothing “We have no ostler," says the young but a handful of hay; and it was fortunate lady, in a timid way.

that the nose-bags we had with us still "Have you any stables.?” says the contained a small allowance of oats and young man.

beans. “Yes, we have stables—shall I show What a comfortable little family-party, them to you?"

however, we made up in the large, warm “No-no!" he cries, quite vehemently. kitchen ! Tita had struck up a great " Don't you come out into the rain--not at friendship with the gentle and pretty all! I will find them out very well my- daughter of the house ; the old lady, her

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